(Tamara) - Sucks To Be You. (Simon) - I know, I know. (Tamara) - Sucks To Be You. (Simon) - I know it's true. I'm a bastard if it's true. If the thing she did to me.
Something is wrong with me. Can't seem to get to sleep. I've got a strange disease. Words tumble out of me. Careless and clumsily. Nothing is what it seems.
Nothing much to do but watch the rain. Sunday morning all alone again. So I ring you up for consolation. Hop the underground I'll meet you at the station.